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The Idiouts - The Golden Age (You Can't Change a Thing) Lyrics



The Idiouts - The Golden Age (You Can't Change a Thing) Lyrics




Look at me, I've got my pay
I'm eating Filet Mignon all night and day
I drink champagne from a Dixie glass
'Cause I'm too old to care, I'm ahead of the pack
My kid has left the home
I don't care if I'm alone
I got too many friends I gotta call on the phone
We'll take all day and go to a show
We'll catch the matinee and avoid the snow

This is the golden age they say
You swear you're cursed and say it's give and take
Your feet will ache and your back might break
You'll look back on it all and say as you fall
That you can't change a thing

I now feel a bit sorry for him
That he doesn't have anyone to take him in
He's an old lost soul that's broken every bridge
All his life now is a rush to the fridge
You can't trust a devil and say it's a slip
When he cons you out as you get your grip
So you dust yourself off and swear that right there then
You'll be just like the chosen few and say never again

This is the golden age they say
You swear you're cursed and say it's give and take
Your feet will ache and your back might break
You'll look back on it all and say as you fall
That you can't change a thing

I feel at rest and I can pass any test
I've still got the spunk to show that I'm the best
I've grown quite fond of being on my own
I sit n' read and nap at what's shown
Would I say that life's a chore in report
Oh it's just too grand but it's so terribly short
So my duty now is to be a sage
To anyone who dare listen as I write my last page

This is the golden age they say
You swear you're cursed and say it's give and take
Your feet will ache and your back might break
You'll look back on it all and say as you fall
That you can't change a thing

Some would say that life's a chore
It's a bore, it's a sore, it's nothing more...
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Look at me, I've got my pay
I'm eating Filet Mignon all night and day
I drink champagne from a Dixie glass
'Cause I'm too old to care, I'm ahead of the pack
My kid has left the home
I don't care if I'm alone
I got too many friends I gotta call on the phone
We'll take all day and go to a show
We'll catch the matinee and avoid the snow

This is the golden age they say
You swear you're cursed and say it's give and take
Your feet will ache and your back might break
You'll look back on it all and say as you fall
That you can't change a thing

I now feel a bit sorry for him
That he doesn't have anyone to take him in
He's an old lost soul that's broken every bridge
All his life now is a rush to the fridge
You can't trust a devil and say it's a slip
When he cons you out as you get your grip
So you dust yourself off and swear that right there then
You'll be just like the chosen few and say never again

This is the golden age they say
You swear you're cursed and say it's give and take
Your feet will ache and your back might break
You'll look back on it all and say as you fall
That you can't change a thing

I feel at rest and I can pass any test
I've still got the spunk to show that I'm the best
I've grown quite fond of being on my own
I sit n' read and nap at what's shown
Would I say that life's a chore in report
Oh it's just too grand but it's so terribly short
So my duty now is to be a sage
To anyone who dare listen as I write my last page

This is the golden age they say
You swear you're cursed and say it's give and take
Your feet will ache and your back might break
You'll look back on it all and say as you fall
That you can't change a thing

Some would say that life's a chore
It's a bore, it's a sore, it's nothing more...
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